Steel in the Frost (wersja 2)

Intro

(Gangsta) (gangsta) I am the winter's hand.

(Steel in the frost)

(Frost on my blade).

Verse 1 – low hushed baritone

I take no battle-shout — only snow on my tongue. Every edge I sharpen comes from what they threw away young. My name is written in frost, not fire or smoke or gold.

The wolves at the gate do not tremble at my voice — it's silent.

They tremble when I draw the sword, and then their hearts run with the choice: fight me, freeze to death, let the cold decide — no need for a word from a blade so bright —

I am steel in the frost, nothing more, nothing less. My name is not spoken but remembered in every single mess

Pre-Chorus

(Uh)

Every village that burns down without a sound.

(Every one!) Every iron forged on ground (ground) where words are forbidden! I don't talk at the Thing but every battle knows my hand —

Chorus

I am steel in the frost.

I am steel in the frost.

Ragnarok has no name, only what I've made.

I will hold the blade till the end — that's all they need to know —

No war-cries or drums for me — just ice and this steel on my chest. (Steel in the frost!)

Verse 2 – low hushed baritone

They call it a quiet death but nothing is further from true.

Every enemy I cut, I carve their name into the new. This battle isn't fought with words so the Norns can tell how long —

It's won and lost on a single edge where the frost turns to song.

No skald to write my verse — only the iron in my hand, the ice in the ground. No mead-bowl to break or golden armor to brand, just this cold that cuts deeper than any word they can find —

Pre-Chorus

(Uh) Every village that burns down without a sound.

(Every one!) Every iron forged on ground (ground) where words are forbidden! I don't talk at the Thing but every battle knows my hand —

Chorus

I am steel in the frost.

I am steel in the frost.

Ragnarok has no name, only what I've made.

I will hold the blade till the end — that's all they need to know —

No war-cries or drums for me — just ice and this steel on my chest. (Steel in the frost!)

Bridge

(Uh)

The world burns round us.

(Every one!) But I do not burn.

(Only chill.) Only still, only steel in the frost till it's done. No verse for Ragnarok when I've won the fight —

It's a cold and silent death that's been waiting there all night.

No honor after this — just iron, frost, and nothing more

Chorus

I am steel in the frost.

I am steel in the frost.

Ragnarok has no name, only what I've made.

I will hold the blade till the end — that's all they need to know —

No war-cries or drums for me — just ice and this steel on my chest. (Steel in the frost!)